RODOLFOHave mercy!Deh! the word bitterforgive my lips!Can you follow all'ara,lie, before God?Take a core offthat fades with other love,my right to deal with itat your feet, you will know!

FEDERICAWeapon, if you want, your hand,in sen he throws me the brando.You hear me, cruel, insane,to you forgive by expiring;but a jealous coredo not wait for favor;Despised love is furythat forgive does not know.